WE two have strayed far from the noise of earth, By heath and peak, by foam-distracted beach, By little ancient towns of foreign speech, By woodlands where the swinging birds made mirth, By dusky towns, eyes in the moorland girth Of hills, and in the solitude of each Your lovelier soul has bent itself to teach My soul the lore that follows the New Birth. I think some fragment of our life must make A green oasis in those mountain snows, A sanguine flush across the wild white rose, A bar of opal where the streamlets break, Or in some valley there may bloom, who knows, One little flower created for our sake? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |